26 September 2024
20 April 2025
soi-disant
(for me) the infinite past me’s with only this me riding the wave of now where now is a quantum of my ‘actual’ now (don’t kowtow), well those me’s aren’t me any more and I‘m glad of it they can have their holidays whence they were and I look forward to many more postponings of definitions and equations for now, but
because I’m an old horse with old wings that need redesigning, along with a Phar Lap heart, denying my vocabulary of flight will never race me again through astringent sky my desire projected like thought gargling clouds, my stick legs are stuck in the prairie of now: the superposition of all my me’s
don’t you see the problem? the irresponsibility? the soi-disant attitudinal map? the clandestine mockery? the time wasted, packed as it is with the past? c’est moi, darling, moi (kiss kiss) we are talking about – and all the action is now, so let’s not pull it apart, yes, I saw a number in my head, it was one of me, that’s quite enough